Thursday is a 2-for-1 day with the posts. This one is short (TWSS, most of you should know what that means):
Did anyone consider Cameron Diaz? She was sizzling in The Mask.
Here’s another photo from imdb.com, solidifying my selection of Jessica Alba.
Last week, the baby doctor said that Ellie was still in Wisconsin, meaning she hadn’t dropped yet.
This week, Dr. Yala says she’s now up in the suburbs, almost ready to make the move. Basically, she’s packing up her stuff, wrapping the fine china in newspaper, etc.
But, Angi isn’t dilated at all … so, if Eleanor hasn’t made the move by Monday on her own time, off we go to the hospital to be induced, which means she’s being forcibly evicted from her one-bedroom apartment.
All this goes to show me that she is going to be her mother’s child. First, she’s stubborn, which is trait No. 1 of my wife.
If I say “Let’s go,” it is an automatic slow-down; If I say “Can’t it wait?,” it is a have-to-do-now sort of thing. By now (12 years of marriage), I know how to play my slice. If I’m in a hurry, I tell her to take her time.
No. 2 — Ellie appears to be a creature of lateness, certainly one of the many lovable traits of Angelique, who will be late to her own funeral.
So at this point, I have no fingernails, my stomach is in knots and I feel like I want to hurl, which kind of reminds me of Angi in the first few months of pregnancy. It’s a reverse cycle.
And don’t think the irony of being forced into labor on Labor Day is lost on us. We’ve already made the joke, and have considered renaming Jerry Lewis Ahrens (not really).
I had to have a fasting blood test this morning to check my blood sugar, one of the many fun things about being diabetic. In addition, my cardiologist likes a complete lipid profile, so basically I had to fast at least 12 hours. Since I worked this morning, I couldn’t get there until 8:30, and then my wife’s baby doctor appointment followed at 9:15. I went over 16 hours without eating!
Basically by 10, I was ready to tear off my arm and eat it. My suggestion of Cracker Barrel was met with open arms and I finally chowed down at 10:45.
Cracker Barrel, in addition to having mastered the home-cooked meal (big props), also has their little store, which for a domesticated guy like me, is an added plus.
But when I walked in today, I was aghast! They had their Halloween stuff out already, and it’s still August. If I would have looked hard enough, I probably could have found some Christmas stuff.
Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me.
Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time
~ Mamas and The Papas
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down
~ Boomtown Rats
A guy can learn quite a bit about tornadoes listening to his 8-year-old twins talk through their fears.
The kids and I spent a good half-hour sitting in the basement with the dogs and cat Thursday night. I was nearing a breakdown of answering questions about the storm, but like the good dad that I am, I assured them we would be all right, despite wondering myself if prayer was the best option.
When I saw it was green outside, I had them get under the table as well. I was especially worried because our dogs were cowering as well. Normally, if they are in the basement, they are exploring everything, including the cat’s domain. But they were allowing the kids and me to hold them and animals can sense things, you know.
After a few minutes, I told the kids to be quiet while I looked out the window, but they weren’t, and this is what I learned.
Well, the football section is complete, and now it’s time to move to another busy area of the sports job — season previews.
But we have time for another fun post — movies
Just like the last time, it doesn’t have to be your favorite movie that begins with that letter. Just give me a movie. Remember, don’t alphabetize by “a,” “an” or “the.”
Also, TRY not to duplicate. It may be difficult, but since I am a heck of a blog master (?), I’ll cut you some slack.
This may be the last blog for a spell, so take your time. Keep checking back, though, so you know when Eleanor gets here. She’s being stubborn, just like her mom. (Don’t worry, Angi rarely reads Tim-bits.)
We spent a good portion of Monday evening at the hospital, hooked to a monitor. Luckily, the Bears were on TV.
Was baby Ellie going to make an appearance? That would be a “no.”
The nurses said all was well with baby, but mom’s not dilated, although she is farther along than the 50 percent effacement that she was at last week’s doctor appointment.
Angi started feeling crummy Monday morning, but she was off work and decided to go shopping, figuring the walking may speed things along. Besides, is there anything more estrogen-based than shopping? Nothing gets the estrogen going more than buying shoes.
When she got home and talked to her doctor, we made the trip to the hospital.
The fact that I have a name for this drive-thru phenomenon shows two things:
1) I eat way too much fast food.
2) It happens far too frequently.
With the frantic pace of this week (see Busy Times post), I took the kids through Wendy’s drive-thru Tuesday night. The order was 1 Nuggets, 2 Jr. bacon cheeseburgers, 1 Double stack (no onion), 1 Crispy Chicken, 3 small fries (we do love the value menu.)
I glanced (my mistake) in the two bags I was handed in the drive-thru and scurried home, just in time to watch the first pitch of the Cubs’ game. Or so I thought.
While unpacking the food, I got my daughter her nuggets and fries and she started while her brother washed his hands. She has to get going because with Tyra, supper can turn into an event. She’s the slowest eater in recorded history. Friendships can begin and end by the time she finishes supper.
I used to ask this question in every job interview I conducted when I ran Waves Music.
It showed me a few things about the applicant, including how quick he or she was able to make a decision.
You are going to be placed on an island for a year. You will be alone. You are allowed to take 3 CDs.
Rules
1) The CDs must have been purchased (no burns).
2) Double CDs are allowed if they were purchased that way originally - for example, KISS Alive is a double CD, but a new packaging of all of the KISS Live albums in a box set are not. Box sets are generally re-releases so they do not count.
3) Greatest hits do count and I don’t want anyone to try to argue that box sets should. It’s my blog, darn it!
4) You will have access to electricty and batteries.
Which CDs do you take?
Tim goes with:
1) Forrest Gump soundtrack
2) Pearl Jam - Rearview Mirror/ Best of
3) The Best of John Hiatt
Kim gets credit for this:
My worst date came as a senior in high school. I asked a junior out (it turned out to be her first date).
She lived out of town, so with the drive back into town, we were forced into conversation. Back then, I wasn’t the stunning conversationalist that I am now. Plus, it was the day after the first football game, which we lost 6-0 to Pontiac. Pontiac had lost something like 30 straight games and we played like dung, so I was mad about that.
I exhausted my conversation topics by the time we saw a stoplight. She was a shy person anyway so she answered my questions like she was at a job interview, never expounding on any answer other than yes or no.
We went to see Top Gun and then went to Pantera’s Pizza afterwards with another couple.
That first-date awkwardness never left the entire night and I’m not sure she said one word to me without me first initiating the conversation. Toward the end, it was more like tension.
There was no second date, although I did ask her to Homecoming. Like most of my high school career, I was shot down. I was an offensive lineman, and girls really didn’t want to be seen with one of us. We linemen dubbed it “lineman’s disease” and I kept it through most of college as well.
No ill will, and I saw her occasionally at parties and wedding receptions, but she did tell a mutual friend at a wedding to keep me away from her. I’m not sure where the animosity came, but it did turn out to be MY WORST DATE EVER!!!!!
